The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

He raised his rifle and, through the 5.5x optical zoom scope, aimed his gaze at the sidecar motorcycle traveling along the highway. The road was uneven, and the motorcycle jolted a bit, but Lei Tao's grip was as steady as a rock. He glanced at the windswept grass nearby, and based on its swaying amplitude and direction, he quickly and accurately predicted the wind's direction.

"Target 800 meters, 40 kilometers per hour, southwest wind, 4 meters per second." Lei Tao calculated rapidly, his mind working like a sophisticated calculator. He estimated the lead time, mentally counting distances: "700 meters, 600 meters, 500 meters..." He mentally calculated the Japanese army's speed and distance, how many meters per second they were advancing, and how long it would take to get into optimal firing position. As the Japanese sidecar approached, entering the effective killing range of 400 meters for the VSS, his eyes grew sharper. He held his breath, his finger lightly on the trigger. The world was silent, only the pounding of his heart and the roar of the motorcycle could be heard.

Lei Tao decisively pulled the trigger. A 9x39mm subsonic armor-piercing round, powered by the four spiral grooves of the VSS silent sniper rifle, whistled out like a bolt of death. The bullet sliced ​​through the air, whistling with a sharp whistle, as it flew towards its target. Throughout its flight, it maintained a perfectly stable trajectory, as if imbued with life, heading precisely for the Japanese pilot.

With a soft "puff," the bullet unsurprisingly struck the Japanese driver's head. Before the driver could even react, the powerful impact sent his head careening, killing him instantly. His body lurched forward, his hands slipping from the handlebars. The motorcycle suddenly lost control and began to lurch forward. The Japanese major sitting in the back seat was stunned for a moment, then screamed in terror. He frantically tried to grab the handlebars, but it was no use.

Without hesitation, Lei Tao quickly adjusted his gun's muzzle and aimed again. This time, his target was the Japanese major. Another bullet flew out, and a flower of blood instantly bloomed on the major's chest. His eyes widened, filled with fear and disbelief, and he rolled off the motorcycle like a rag bag.

The three-wheeled motorcycle, driven by inertia, continued to rush forward madly for a distance like an out-of-control beast. The wheels scraped against the ground, creating a trail of dust, and the engine continued to roar, as if roaring in its final struggle. Finally, with a loud "bang", the connection between the sidecar of the three-wheeled motorcycle and the motorcycle slammed hard into a sturdy tree on the side of the road. At the moment of impact, the metal rubbed violently against the tree trunk, and dazzling sparks burst out. The sidecar was like a fragile piece of iron, and under the powerful impact, it was instantly severely deformed and twisted beyond recognition. Some items originally loaded in the sidecar were thrown out and scattered all over the place.

However, luck seemed to be on Lei Tao's side, as the front and body of the motorcycle miraculously remained relatively intact. Carrying his VSS silenced sniper rifle, Lei Tao slowly rose from the brush, his posture erect and resolute, like a ghost master of life and death. He walked with a steady gait, his eyes unwavering, a cold starlight as cold as a star. Unbeknownst to the Japanese, he had executed this brilliant ambush with his masterful shooting skills. Every movement, every pull of the trigger, showcased the courage and wisdom of a skilled soldier. He seemed a king on the battlefield, the wrecked sidecar and the dead Japanese soldiers a testament to his victory. He approached the still-smoking motorcycle, ready to receive his unexpected "trophy" and continue his journey towards the Shanghai Concession.

Lei Tao crouched, bustling about the battlefield like a seasoned scavenger, but what he reaped was war supplies far more precious than gold and silver. He first approached the Japanese soldier carrying a map tube, untied it, and pulled out a military map. He gasped at the map's terrifying detail, clearly marking mountains, rivers, towns, villages, even small paths and possible ambush points. It was undoubtedly a meticulously crafted strategic treasure for the Japanese.

He then picked up the Type 38 rifle next to him and expertly examined it. The barrel emanated a cold metallic sheen, as if still imbued with the sinister aura of the Japanese army. Surrounding the body were four leather ammunition boxes containing bullets. He picked them up one by one, opened them, and counted them. Ninety rounds in all—those were some of the deadly little gadgets the enemy could have used.

His eyes were drawn to the Japanese major's sidearm on the ground—a Nambu 14 pistol. Lei Tao picked it up, played with it for a moment, and then muttered to himself with disdain, "I never thought this kind of junk would become the standard issue pistol for Japanese officers. They know full well that this pistol is the life of a precious little princess. If you don't take good care of it, it's likely to go on strike on the battlefield." As he spoke, he imitated the comical way a Nambu 14 pistol jammed, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "But, hey, don't underestimate this broken thing of yours. In my hands, with proper consideration, I should be able to maximize its value tens of thousands of times."

Then, his gaze fell on the Major's command sword, gleaming coldly in the sunlight. The scabbard was intricately patterned. Lei Tao grasped the hilt and slowly drew it out. The blade was incredibly sharp, and the light it reflected seemed to speak of its past "battle record." However, in Lei Tao's view, it was merely evidence of the Japanese invasion. He snorted coldly, "The Japs are showing off with this thing. Today it belongs to me, and I will use it to chop down more invaders in the future." He tucked the command sword into his waist, a special sense of mission rising spontaneously.

Then, his eyes fixed on the leather briefcase, like a hungry wolf seeing a fat sheep. He couldn't wait to open the briefcase. Inside was a letter, a code book, and the Japanese major's ID. Seeing these, Lei Tao's eyes suddenly lit up, like a pirate who had discovered treasure. He was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling, thinking: "Even if I don't need the code book myself, I can sell it to the Military Control Commission in Chongqing. These are all good things."

Lei Tao deftly gathered his belongings, storing them in his Bagua spinning wheel like magic. He then retrieved his tools and, humming an obscure tune, began disassembling the sidecar from his sidecar. The clanking sound was remarkably clear in the silent battlefield. Soon, the sidecar was removed, transforming the once bulky sidecar into a single motorcycle.

Lei Tao pushed his motorcycle onto the road, straddled it, and prepared to start his hard-earned "ride." He pressed the starter lever several times, but the motorcycle, like a stubborn old ox, only made a few dull "thumps" and failed to start. Lei Tao frowned and pressed the lever several more times, sweat beads on his forehead, and muttered, "This broken thing, please don't let it fail at the critical moment."

Just when Lei Tao thought the devil's motorcycle was damaged, he angrily punched the motorcycle's fuel tank with his hand and cursed: "You guy, are you trying to embarrass me on purpose!" Unexpectedly, after this punch, the motorcycle seemed to be subdued and actually started successfully with a "boom". Lei Tao was stunned at first, then he was angry and amused, and cursed to himself in a bad mood: "The motorcycles made in Japan are so stubborn, just like the Japanese who made them. They won't move when you pull them, and they will move backwards when you hit them... I have to beat them up before they compromise with you."

Lei Tao continued on his way on his motorcycle, the motorcycle making a "thump thump" sound under him, as if protesting something. Lei Tao didn't care about that, he hummed a cheerful anti-Japanese song, the wind whistling past his ears. He looked at the surrounding scenery from time to time, of course, his eyes were not idle, always alert to possible enemies. Suddenly, the motorcycle seemed to be hit by something and it jolted violently. Lei Tao was frightened and screamed "ouch" and almost fell off the car. After he stabilized his body, he cursed at the motorcycle: "You guy, do you still want to throw me off so that you can go back to your Japanese master? No way!" As he said that, he slapped the motorcycle seat again and continued to move forward, leaving behind dust.

Along the way, Lei Tao had a quarrel with the motorcycle, sometimes complaining about its slowness and sometimes complaining about its bumpy ride. But with this motorcycle, he was able to reach the Shanghai Concession much faster, because Lei Tao decided to launch an epic assassination operation against the Japanese army in Shanghai...